Sobriety.

My love is a mass of garbage. Something you just don't want. Time and again you throw it out. Your love is like heroin. One taste and i was hooked. But it isn't my heroin is it? Its everyone's, its running dry, and the high is turning into pain. But the times when the money was good, and the drugs were abundant, I can't help but look back in envy. You always manage to do something to ruin the good times. I have been at fault myself, but this is a whole new tier. With this, you sold me a dirty needle. An empty needle. Found in the garbage you have so effortlessly refused. There was a point where I truly believed the two of us could perhaps go to rehab, and enjoy each other, without the drugs. But you have relapsed, and I'm looking for a way out.

I'm rambling, but is the only way I won't do something that I wont regret. I have refrained from ruining my walls with my fists. I haven't eaten and I know I won't sleep well. This is detoxing at it's worst, with a heart in a million pieces.